Page 93 of The Alien's Private Redemption

By the time Angela had finished her water, she was breathing heavily and moments away from jumping him and riding him down to the floor.

Instead, Zoric took the glass carefully from her hands and leaned her back on the bed. His claws slid gently down her front until he turned his hand to run his knuckles across her clit. When he brought them back out, they glistened with her wetness. He watched her eyes while he licked his knuckle, obviously enjoyed her taste.

"Please," she choked out. Her heart was beating wildly in her throat and she couldn't focus beyond her desire for the next sensation.

In a moment, he was at her entrance, then plunging into her with the next breath. He was thick and hard and he filled her up perfectly. Every bit of him rubbed her in the exact right spot. She noticed this time that he wasn't perfectly smooth. Bumps and ridges pressed against her insides and she appreciated every variation in the shape of his cock.

It didn't take more than a few strokes to return to where they'd been earlier, as though someone had simply pressed pause on their desire.

She was close, so close, to finishing with him inside her and she wanted him to finish with her. Every orgasm before the oneshe could feel building had simply been a hint, a tease, of what was possible.

"I'm so close," she gasped, and felt him stiffen, before picking up the pace.

His motions remained smooth as Zoric chased after their shared pleasure. Her face was buried in his neck, taking in the smell of him, the feel of his body working over hers.

Then, between one stroke and the next, she felt them reach the golden moment she'd been aching for. Their Bond flew wide open, his teeth clamped on her shoulder and she screamed, her muscles clenching around him while he pulsed inside her.

Angela's legs tightened around him while the rest of her relaxed into a satisfied puddle. She wanted him to stay inside her for as long as he could. When Zoric moved to adjust, she felt something pull inside her.

"What was that?" she asked.

He shifted again and she twitched. "That is called a stem," he said. "It will relax and retract in a minute or two."

She should have panicked. Something she couldn't see, which was attached to an alien cock, was stuck inside her. Instead, she clenched her muscles around him and shifted under him. Zoric took in a deep breath, the scales on his cheeks changing colors as he realized what she was doing.

"What does it do?" she asked, her legs pulling her up and down his cock in the small amount of space the stem allowed for movement.

"It, uh, helps with conceiving. It keeps you open and ready and encourages me to spill more seed while the conditions are right." His eyes crossed as he tried to answer her questions while she moved around him.

"Does it come out every time?"

He shook his head. "Only when the conditions are right. When the pH balance is ideal for-"

Angela swiveled her hips and his eyes rolled back into his head. She was enjoying the physical effects of the prolonged connection, as well, but seeing his reaction only heightened her own.

"Well, then, seems like we're going to have a very long afternoon," she told him.

Their long afternoon lasted into the evening, with breaks for food and water only when Ae-cha pounded on their door to announce that it was there. And to remind them that the stupidest reason to need to go to medical was for dehydration.

"I think she's warming up to me," Angela said, as she licked the sauce from the garlic shrimp off Zoric's chest, just before she ate the shrimp off his nipple.

"I don't think you were ever the problem," he told her, shifting his hips to push into her. She gasped and let her head roll back as pleasure rolled through her and he practically purred at the sight.

With their Bond consummated and solidified, she could feel everything he felt, and her senses threatened to overwhelm her with new information. She felt hedonistic, wanting to experience everything, and Zoric had done his best to encourage her.

Dinner had started with takeout containers and flirting. Feeding each other little bits and watching the other lick sauce off of fingers and lips until Angela was fairly aching with how empty she felt. Zoric's solution was to sit her down on his lap, his cock pinning her into place, so she could rock back and forth on it while she ate.

Since he needed his hands to keep her seated, she had to feed him, too. When she tried to object, he showed her a little of what his tail could do. Just the tip, at least this time, but she found herself drowning in sensation and holding little bits of protein with her breasts so he could nibble them.

It was the perfect compromise and Angela's only regret was that they hadn't figured it out days ago.

However, even as they drowned in pleasure, they both knew that their reprieve was short lived. The Orvax could arrive at any moment and they'd have to go back to work.

Somehow, clearing her name had become less important to Angela. It needed to be done. She knew that. But would losing her job really be that bad if she was with Zoric? She'd worked hard, learned a lot, and nothing could ever remove the knowledge of what she'd accomplished. Did she really need external validation?

Deep inside, she knew it was more than that. It wasn't just her life at stake but the lives that had already been effected by the conspiracy that seemed to be using her as a catalyst for chaos.

As her senses were enhanced, her vision became clearer of what they needed to do. They had time to indulge, and she knew they needed it, but Zoric was right that they were going to need help. And she knew exactly who they were going to have to ask.

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